Hi! Crys here! It's the second chapter of Love so Sweet! Hope you enjoy it!
I'm sorry if the update is late. I had my exams just this week and I couldn't even approach the computer, let alone update. I'm sorry. But, have no fear, here it is!
Also, I changed the rating of this story from K+ to T. Cross-dressing makes Ryoma go whacko. Hehehe…
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Italics- Flashback
'Dialogue'- Thoughts
"Dialogue"- Spoken Dialogue
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.
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Love so Sweet
CHAPTER 2: The Red Ball
Ryoma cursed every step, or, should I say, every movement he made towards Ryuuren Academy.
And no, it's not because he hated waking up early. Nor was it the fact that he was formally entering his high school life as a girl or that he was wearing a girl's uniform, although the reason was somewhere near that.
He was currently wearing that cursed piece of clothing from hell (according to him) called… bra.
Hah! Your initial thought would be, 'He's a boy! Why would he wear that?' or 'Ryoma would never even agree to wear that!'
Well, let's go back to the past a bit, shall we?
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Ryoma sighed as he emerged from the bathroom, water dripping off him and from the towel draped over his shoulder. He thanked God that at least their bathroom was a bit okay, in contrast to the other parts of their apartment which were practically falling apart.
As he made his way to his room (which was also falling apart), he found his Aniki reclining on the door, his hands behind him.
Ryoga smiled. "Ohayou, Chibisuke!"
"Ohayou… What are you doing, standing by the door? Don't you have to go to work?"
"Oh no! I'm just here to tell you that I've got something for you in your room."
"Yeah, fine. Just move over 'cause you're blocking the door."
Ryoga stepped aside. "Ah, of course, Chibisuke. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my present!"
"Whatever." Ryoma opened the door and went inside.
Ryoga smirked. He started counting to ten, knowing that something interesting was going to happen at the count of ten.
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Se-
"ANIKI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The house shook at the intensity of the shout; dust and bits of wood fell from the ceiling.
Ryoma burst out of the room. "What's the meaning of this?!"
Ryoga laughed. 'That was quite unexpected. He reacted faster than I thought he would...' "Why, Chibisuke? Don't you like it?"
"Like it?! Why would I like it? This is a BRA, Aniki! Girls wear this, not boys! Why would you give it to me? And why is it on top of my school uniform, of all places?"
Ryoma's shouting had called the attention of his okaa-san and oyaji who had come from wherever they were and in front of his room.
His oyaji arrived, saying, "Oy, seishonen! What are you shouting there for? You're waking up our neighbors, you know."
Rinko ushered, "Ryoma, is something the matter?"
"Okaa-san! Oyaji! Aniki is making me wear a bra, of all things! Why should I?"
It was Ryoga who answered, "Well, you are dressing up as a girl… So, don't you think that you'll look more convincing as a girl if you wear that?"
"I don't care! I don't want to wear it! I'm throwing it out!" Ryoma protested.
Ryoga smiled mischievously. "Is that so, Chibisuke? Then you don't mind if I throw this away, too, don't you?" He showed the object he was hiding behind him.
Ryoma's eyes widened. He gulped.
"…Fine. I'll wear it."
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Ryoma sighed. He didn't want to wear the bra. It was restraining and tight. He wondered how girls were able to cope up with it. If only his aniki didn't threaten to throw away his beloved racket, he would never have…
He stopped walking and looked out the front gates of a huge building. Students were entering through a huge gate in pairs, groups or by themselves. There were girls wearing the same uniform as him.
Boys, on the other hand, wore a white polo with blue and gold linings in the same style as the girls' uniform inside their blue collared strait jacket that had a golden lining too. The jacket was open in a V on the front, showing their tie, with two buttons closing the jacket in the lower part. On the upper right part of the jacket was a logo. They wore long blue pants with pockets on both sides. Just like the girls, they wore white rubber shoes but theirs had a straight golden line design instead.
Ryoma wished he was wearing that uniform instead. But he couldn't. He sighed again adjusting his quite-new tennis bag slung over his shoulder. That bag was what his parents gifted him with during his graduation from junior high. He was glad they did though because his old one that he used during his junior high days was worn out.
He looked at the building again. It was quite enormous; a huge carving of the logo adorned the inset front part. A large circular clock was placed below it but the clock was smaller in comparison. The building was painted beige with a pair of blue and gold stripes on both sides of the logo and clock.
Meanwhile the gate was huge as well. It was colored blue and it was made up of diagonally intersecting bars. In an arc style on top were the words "Ryuuren Academy", emblazoned in a golden hue.
Ryuuren Academy…
He was finally here. He walked inside the campus. The path from the open gate was straight towards the entrance of the building but he could see the gardens located on either side of the way where some students were lounging on. There were some cemented tables and chairs in the gardens. He continued walking towards the building as he needed to know where his classroom was.
As he walked, he could hear the chattering of many students.
"Hey, found out where your classroom is?"
"Oh no! I forgot my history book!"
"Eek! Who touched me?"
"Here's your bag! Catch it, will you?"
"I wonder if that old grumpy teacher is still here."
"Man, Geometry lessons are going to be a nightmare…"
"B-I-G News! A couple's kissing under T1!
"Why is your boyfriend over at the basketball court, huh?"
"Can I borrow your gym shoes?
"Why haven't the Four Gods arrived yet?"
"Yeah! That's right! And he said…"
"Did you hear? There's this freshman who was said to have come from a poor family! Do you know who that is?"
Ryoma winced a bit at the last statement he heard. That supposed freshman was probably him. His poor parents were the only ones crazy enough to send their son to an exclusive school.
He ignored other chatters and proceeded to look at a huge (I mean, REALLY HUGE) bulletin board where classroom assignments were posted.
He scanned carefully for his name. And found it. He was in Class 1-A. A room on the 1st floor of the school, it was Room #105.
Remembering the time from the clock outside, he deduced that class was bound to start soon so he hurried to find his classroom. However, as he turned around in an attempt to go, he nearly bumped into a girl who was walking forward. Good thing, he had quick reflexes from his playing of tennis and moved away in time.
The girl, who had long brown hair in twin braids, panicked a bit and bowed, "Ah! I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!"
"Ah… It's all right. Don't worry about it," Ryoma replied.
The girl looked at him, seemingly scanning him and Ryoma twitched a bit. 'Can she see through my disguise?'
But the girl just smiled and said, "You're a freshman too, aren't you? Me too! Um… my name's Ryuzaki Sakuno. What's yours?"
"M-me? Echizen Ryoma."
"Is that right? So, which class are you in? Have you checked the bulletin board yet?"
"Well, I'm in Class 1-A."
"Really? We're classmates, then. Want to walk with me to class?"
Ryoma pondered a bit. Did she already know the ways around the new school? Well, he didn't know anyway so he might as well go with a companion. He didn't want to spend the whole morning of his first day of school looking for his classroom. So he said, "Okay."
"Um…"
"Huh? What is it?"
"Do you mind if I call you Ryoma-chan?"
"Hah?" Ryoma's eyes widened a bit in shock.
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Ryoma was surprised at first but then he remembered that he was dressed as a girl so…
"I don't mind."
She smiled. "You can call me Sakuno."
"If you want to."
Soon, they reached a classroom door marked Room #105 and a 1-A plaque stuck on it.
Sakuno opened the door and they entered the classroom. The blackboard and the teacher's table were in front and there were 5 rows and 5 columns of desks. He walked over to an empty desk located on the 3rd row of the 4th column, near the window. Sakuno sat behind him.
Their other classmates were chatting but when they entered the room, the others looked at them. Some boys were staring at Ryoma. He twitched a bit at their gaze. 'What are they staring at?'
He didn't know that the reason they were gawking at him was because he didn't realize how girlish he looked. (You get the idea?)
Some of the boys tried to approach Ryoma but were interrupted by the arrival of their homeroom teacher so they all scrambled to their seats.
Their homeroom teacher appeared to be a man in his 30s; he was wearing a blue collared polo and black pants with a golden strip from the pocket to the hem of the pants. It appeared to be the teacher's uniform of Ryuuren as the logo was stamped on the upper right part of the polo.
"Ohayou, class. I'm Mikagami Youichi, your homeroom teacher. Welcome to Class 1-A of Ryuuren Academy. I hope we can have a good school year."
"Anyway, since this is your first day of school as freshmen, there won't be any lessons yet. Instead, you'll introduce yourselves in front of class. Is that clear?"
"Hai, sensei." They answered in unison.
One by one, the students stood up and introduced themselves in front. Ryoma was feeling particularly bored. The day drawled on with his classmates talking in front, although one boy named Horio Satoshi pissed him off a bit because said boy bragged for a whole 15 minutes about his supposed "two years of tennis experience". Ryoma so wanted to stand up, go in front and shove the boy outside to make him stop but he didn't want to make a scene. Good thing his teacher stopped Horio by saying that he had introduced himself far enough and that there were others waiting. Good point.
Another thing was bugging him was the continuous gaping of the boys. They were staring intently at him for who-knows-what reason. Every time he catches them staring at him, they quickly look a way in panic, whistling a random tune.
"Next, Echizen Ryoma," Mikagami-sensei's voice rang out.
"Hai," Ryoma stood up.
As he walked towards the front, he could still sense the boys ogling at him. What was their problem?
He stood in front. "My name is Echizen Ryoma, age 15. I enjoy playing tennis and I like Science. That is all."
He took a low bow and as he straightened up, he was greeted by the sight of boys drooling.
'Why?'
Shrugging it off, he returned to his seat and the day droned on.
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Later on, the first day of classes ended. Ryoma started arranging his things when he was approached by the guy named Horio with two other guys. "Hi, Echizen!" he greeted. "I'm…"
"I already know who you are", Ryoma cut him off. He was sure the guy would start bragging again. "You're Horio, right?" Then he turned to the other boys. "Kachiro and Katsuo?"
"Ah, that's right," said the two boys.
"Ryoma-chan…"
Ryoma turned around to find Sakuno behind him. "What is it, Sakuno?"
"Um… I was wondering if you're free this afternoon."
"Yeah, I am. Why?"
"If it's not too much of a bother to you, can you accompany me to the school tennis courts?"
"Hmm… Is that so? Sure," he replied as he picked up his tennis bag. Then he turned back to the three boys, "See you tomorrow then." He and Sakuno walked away.
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The three watched them go out the door. Kachiro spoke up, "Ne, Horio-kun, what were you going to say to Echizen?"
"Tennis."
Katsuo looked confused. "Tennis?"
"Never mind…"
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Ryoma and Sakuno walked towards the direction of the tennis courts. "Ne, Sakuno," he asked, "How come you're familiar with the place? Isn't it your first time here?"
"Oh… No. You see, my grandma is the boys' tennis club coach and I've often visited her here. In fact, the reason why we're going to the tennis courts is because I want to ask her something," Sakuno replied.
"Eh… So that's why."
"That's right." Then she saw a vending machine. "Um… Ryoma-chan, do you mind if I buy a drink first? I'm quite thirsty."
"No. Me too."
They strode over to the vending machine. Sakuno bought an orange juice while Ryoma got himself a grape-flavored Ponta.
Opening his can, Ryoma gulped a bit. Pretty soon, they reached the boys' tennis courts and Ryoma nearly spat out his juice in awe at seeing how large the courts were.
There were at least ten tennis courts and each one was well-maintained. They walked around a bit until they reached a particular tennis court where a quite-old woman was telling players off to speed up and keep their pace. Ryoma assumed she was Sakuno's grandmother.
They entered through the gate and the sound of the gate opening called the attention of everyone. Sakuno's grandmother told the players to resume practice as she approached Sakuno.
"Well, if it isn't Sakuno. Are you doing fine?" she smiled.
"Hai, obaa-san."
"Oh, and who's this girl with you?"
Ryoma trembled a little at the word 'girl'.
Sakuno smiled, "Obaa-san, this is Echizen Ryoma. She's my classmate."
"My name is Echizen Ryoma. Nice to meet you," Ryoma bowed, twitching a bit on hearing 'she'.
"Ah. I'm Ryuzaki Sumire, coach of the boys' tennis club. By the way, Sakuno, is there something you need?"
"Obaa-san, I think I left some of my things in your office this morning."
"Oh, yes, you did. Don't worry, they're still there. I'll get it."
"Arigato, obaa-san."
"You're welcome," then she turned to a senior on the court and raised her voice, "Ojiro-fukubuchou! I'll leave you in charge for a while. I'll just go to my office. I'll be back soon enough."
"Hai, sensei!" a guy with short blue-green hair and dark brown eyes replied.
Ryoma and Sakuno sat down on one of the benches. Sakuno drank her orange juice while Ryoma continued sipping on his Ponta. When he finished, he set his can down beside him. Then he reached for his bag and took out his red racket and started checking his strings.
Sakuno asked, "Do you plan on joining the tennis club?"
"Well, not really," Ryoma replied.
"Why?"
"I just don't want to."
"Oh."
The truth was, Ryoma thought, he didn't want to join the GIRLS' tennis club simply because he was a BOY. Got it?
As Ryoma checked his strings, he heard two second-years chatting nearby.
One of them spoke up, "Hey, did you hear? Tezuka-buchou was injured during vacation. His left arm's in a cast, they say."
His companion replied, "That's true; that's why isn't here in practice today. What do you reckon happened to him?"
"No idea. But if his arm's in a cast, it's got to be serious."
"Yeah, you're right."
Then the two guys, still talking, started walking towards the direction where Ryoma and Sakuno were. Sakuno stood up, still drinking, and made to walk towards the gate. The two guys still engrossed in their conversation didn't notice Sakuno and bumped into her back, causing her to stumble forwards and spill her juice on the shirt of an approaching player.
When Sakuno realized what happened, she bowed and apologized to the person. When she looked up to see who she spilled juice on, she was startled and terrified.
When the tennis players saw who it was, they stopped playing, stunned, with looks of horror in their faces.
When Ryoma looked at everyone, he had no idea why they were all acting like that.
Some whispered, "Oh no… Not him…"
"Saa… My shirt is quite expensive, you know. But you stained it. That's not nice," said a smiling, brown-haired guy who had closed eyes.
"I'm really sorry, Fuji-senpai! It's just that someone pushed me from behind…"
"My, my… Are you making up excuses now?"
"N-no… It's the truth, senpai!"
Ryoma frowned at the guy. He was smiling but it seemed quite menacing and creepy. Furthermore, he sounded like he was angry at what Sakuno did but he was enjoying the moment of terrorizing Sakuno. Who the heck was this guy? Before he could ponder, he felt his eardrums get blasted by some yells.
"KYAAA! Who are you and how dare you stain Fuji-sama's clothes!"
"You'll pay for that, you kohai!"
"EEYAAAA! Fuji-sama!"
Ryoma looked at the fangirls screaming from beyond the gates. (From out of nowhere? When did they get there?)
The guy called Fuji said, "Well? What are you going to do about it?"
"I… I…"
"Well?"
A guy with silver-gray hair approached, "Oy, Fuji. What's going on here?"
"Ah, Atobe!" Fuji smiled at Atobe. "Well, it's just that someone stained my clothes…"
"But… I didn't do it on purpose…"
A new set of fangirls (from out of nowhere, again) were shouting, "Atobe-sama! Atobe-sama! Atobe-sama!"
Fuji turned his attention back to Sakuno. "Now, what about this? You know, you could always pay for it. 6,000 yen will do, I suppose."
"Eh? But why do I have to pay for it?"
Ryoma stood up; racket tucked under his arm, and approached the scene. He looked intently at Fuji and said, "You're lying."
Everyone's attention turned to him.
"Judging by the looks of your shirt, it probably doesn't even cost more than 500 yen. Yet you're asking for 10 times of it. In fact, why are you even asking for payment? It's just a stain on your shirt. You can easily get rid of that; you're rich, aren't you? You're doing this just for the attention. Instead of making a scene here, why don't you go home and have it removed, you immature show-off?"
The fangirls gasped. The tennis players froze and dropped their rackets. Sakuno looked stunned beyond words.
Fuji frowned and opened his eyes. Blue eyes met golden orbs. Then he smiled, "That's not the proper way to speak to your senpai."
"And that's not the proper way to act as senpai. You act like a grade-school student," Ryoma retorted.
Ryoma's reply sent everyone in shocked mode again. He frowned. 'Why were they so afraid?'
The fangirls' squeals broke the silence. "EEEEYAAAAH! How dare you! Insolent kohai! How could you insult Fuji-sama, the leader of the Four Gods?"
'Four Gods'? Ryoma thought. Didn't he hear that from one of the conversations this morning? What were the Four Gods anyway?
He turned to Sakuno who was still looking shocked and asked, "What are the Four Gods?"
Sakuno was a bit startled but managed to answer Ryoma, "Well, they're a foursome group of boys who are the richest in the school. They reign over the students. One of them is Atobe-senpai. Their leader is Fuji-senpai, the son and heir of the Fuji Companies, who owns this school."
"Eh… So that's it…" he turned back to Fuji, "That's you, isn't it?"
Fuji smiled. "That's right. I'm Fuji Syuusuke."
Ryoma gave a bratty smirk. "Well, it doesn't matter to me who you are; you piss me off with your childish attitude."
Silence reigned over the courts again. And it was once more, broken by fangirl screams.
"YOU!"
"Someone spilling juice on Fuji-sama's shirt is bad enough but you insulting him is much more unforgivable!"
"EEEEYAAAH! Fuji-sama!"
To everyone's shock, Fuji simply turned back and started walking.
Atobe frowned. 'That's odd. Fuji won't let such an insult to him pass. He would have immediately done 'that'. Why is he just walking away?'
He looked at Ryoma.
'Maybe because the one who insulted him is a girl… After all, he has never done 'that' to a girl before…'
Fuji had stopped in front of his tennis bag and opened it. He began rummaging through its contents and at last, pulled out a red tennis ball.
At the sight of the object Fuji pulled out of the bag, varying reactions appeared in everyone's faces.
The fangirls were rendered speechless.
The tennis players, with their rackets on the ground, found nothing else to drop, so they dropped their jaws instead with their eyes wide in astonishment.
Atobe looked as shocked as the tennis players. 'Fuji… You can't be serious… You're really going to… A girl…'
Sakuno looked frozen by fear on the spot.
Ryoma wondered what the hell was with that red ball. Was it a bomb or something, that's why everyone looked like they've seen a ghost?
Fuji bounced the ball, snapping everyone out of their trance. Everyone watched as Fuji served the red tennis ball to Ryoma.
They all watched in fear for Ryoma. To their amazement, however, Ryoma caught it neatly with the face of his racket held in his right hand and let it slide to his left hand. He stared at it. "What is this supposed to mean?"
Everyone cringed. How could Ryoma accept the ball so calmly?
Fuji replied, "A proof of my challenge to you as one of the Four Gods."
"What challenge?"
"War."
"What war?"
"Unless you apologize to me, I declare war against you," Fuji smiled cryptically.
Ryoma bounced the red ball lightly on the ground. "Is that so? Well, here's my answer." He threw the ball high in the air and served it to Fuji.
The ball bounced toward the ground in front of Fuji but then it suddenly bounced up towards his face. He just managed to dodge it in time.
The tennis players were taken by surprise at the shot Ryoma did.
Fukubuchou Ojiro remarked, "That was the Twist Serve, wasn't it?"
A member with spiky hair and square, foggy glasses opened a green notebook and spoke up, "Twist Serve. It's a serve with both topspin and side-spin which makes it bounce up towards the receiving player's face."
"Heh… Is that right, Inui?" Fuji then turned to Ryoma. "You're quite skilled, then."
"Save your breath; complimenting me won't do you any good."
"Maa… You're right. So what is your answer?"
Ryoma raised his racket and pointed it at Fuji. "I, Echizen Ryoma, accept your challenge. There's no way I'll ever apologize to you because I did nothing wrong. I was only stating the truth from my observations."
"Is that so? All right then," Fuji smiled.
Everyone shivered. This was not good.
Then they heard the gate open and Ryuzaki-sensei entered, carrying some books. She handed the books over to Sakuno. "What's going on in here? And why have you all stopped practicing?"
The tennis players quickly picked up their rackets and resumed practice. Ryoma quickly returned his racket in his bag. The fangirls remained quiet.
Ryuzaki-sensei looked at Fuji. "What happened here?"
Fuji replied with a cryptic smile gracing his lips, "A God's war has just officially begun…"
To be continued…
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Whew! Quite a long chapter, wasn't it? So, how is it? Haha, I know Ryoma is clueless about what those boys were thinking. He doesn't realize how cute and adorable he is!
Um… By the way, I didn't mean Ryoga to be perverted about the bra part! He isn't a pervert!
By the way, an OC is the fukubuchou of the tennis team, not Oishi. You'll find out soon enough.
This is important: This story isn't RyoxSaku! If you think that just because Ryoma met Sakuno first and befriended her, that doesn't mean so! This is shounen-ai (boyxboy fluff) fic!
Nya! Everyone, I want to say sorry if some of you think that Ryoma, Ryoga and Sakuno are a bit OOC. I think Ryoma's cross-dressing has gotten to his brain and his character and Ryoga's not really the mischievous older brother type (or is he?) or that Sakuno is too bold to be introducing herself to Ryoma like that and not the shy type that she is at all but I don't want to make any more OCs than what I have already planned to enter the story. Anyway, they do fit the part a bit.
As for my OCs, they're not just in this chapter. And there won't be too many OCs in here. I think… No wait, there are quite a number of them. But I promise that none of them are one-show characters. They'll be playing many parts.
Here are some more Japanese translations to the words I typed:
-'Ohayou' means 'Good morning'
-'Sensei' means 'teacher' or 'coach'
-'Obaa-san' means 'grandmother'
-'Arigato' means 'thank you.' Well, 'Sankyuu' means the same.
-'Senpai' means 'Upperclassman'. Basically, it's a respectful honorific for someone studying in the same school as you but in a higher level.
-'Kohai' means 'underclassman'. It is used to call someone of lower year or grade than you in school.
-'sama' is the most respectful Japanese honorific. It is mostly used to give respect to older people. But it can be used by someone you idolize too. (I think…)
-'Buchou' means 'captain'
-'Fukubuchou' means 'vice-captain'.
-'Maa' and 'Saa' practically mean the same: 'So' or in some cases, it's used when pondering over something.
As for the others, their translations are in the previous chapter.
Thank you for reading and reviewing the story!
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-Really? Well, look, they DID gawk at him.
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--Unable to Love, PochiMicky
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I'm not really familiar with how Japanese people spend their first day of school but I tried my best. But I'm having difficulty in adjusting the time flow of the story. So, I need help.
Can you please tell me what month they start and when they end it, too? It'll really help me! Thank you!
And also the Four Gods' introduction (I only mentioned two here but you can take a guess as to who the other two are if you like) and Ryoma's troubles will be the gist of the next chapter!
See ya in the next chapter!
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